Sometimes wisdom came from strange places, even from giant teenaged goldfish.

Writing is like a sport - you only get better if you practice

Shut up, me,” Leo said aloud. “What?” Piper asked. “Nothing,” he said. “Long night. I think I’m hallucinating. It’s cool.” Sitting in front, Leo couldn’t see their faces, but he assumed from their silence that his friends were not pleased to have a sleepless, hallucinating dragon driver. “Just joking.” Leo decided it might be good to change the subject.

Oh, lord. I was beginning to think like Neith. Soon I'd be huddled in an underground bunker eating army rations and cackling as I sewed together the pockets of all the boys who'd jilted me.

She grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, which effectively shut him up.

If you don't like it you can kiss my quiver

What I did next was so impulsive and dangerous I should've been named ADHD poster child of the year.